Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.

The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.

Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

None think the great unhappy but the great.

For he could coin, or counterfeit New words, with little or no wit; Words so debas'd and hard, no stone Was hard enough to touch them on; And when with hasty n…

When people say perhaps its cause they're lying. Either they don't believe the thing they're saying, or they do believe it only they don't want to admit they do

Please don't lie to me, unless you're absolutely sure I'll never find out the truth.